User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20130128223330/@comment-2246928-20160314133334

The vole stared coldly up at the vermin for a moment, before splitting his face in an uncannily false grin. "Ho, what'm I thinkin'? O' course, mateys, o' course!" He dug a paw into the gold, and then paused. "Oh, though a meetin' wid King Seergaz would be nice too. What'd'yer say, mates? Gold fer a meetin' with our favorite King? I'll put in a good word fer ye..."